Gojo has become My cat

47-48

Chapter 47

    With a click, the bathroom was locked.

    Maintaining the posture of one-leg support, Qingshuimian looked at Wujo Wu who was approaching:?

    The light in the bathroom was on, and Gojo Satoru was still wearing those round-framed sunglasses, like a blind man strayed into someone else's domain. Feeling humorous by the metaphor he thought of, Qingshuimian curled the corners of his lips.

    As for Gojo Satoru, he wasn't worried. What is more worrying is that I support myself on one leg. He lowered his head and wore half a pair of trouser legs, his legs were not straightened, he couldn't reach the bottom, and then he stepped on the ground, his center of gravity immediately became unstable, and his body wobbled.

    Jumping with one leg, Qingshuimian wanted to lean against the wall for support, and jumped to the wall, facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall. In the mirror, he saw Wujo Satoru in the mirror staggering over, and the next second, the tall boy hugged him from behind.

    His arms stretched out around his waist, his head rested on his shoulders, and his whole body was embraced from behind.

    Her hair, as white as the first snow, was messily scattered. Wutiao Wutou buried his head on Qingshuimian's shoulder, rubbed his face repeatedly, and muttered his name.

    "Mian, Mian, Mian~" so loudly, at first hearing, I thought it was a sheep bleating.

    The last word "Mian" is even more curved with the tip of the tongue, and the name is lifted to a high place in the air with the opened lips, and when it is about to fall, the soft nasal cavity catches the ending sound.

    When Gojo Satoru lowered his head, the sunglasses slipped off the bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose couldn't catch it, and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, those blue eyes were in a trance, unintentionally raised them to look at the glare light in the bathroom, they were stung by the light, they dodged and it was difficult to focus.

    That kind of trance blue is like the layers of rippling empty color, and also like the water color swaying in circles on the surface of the painter's brush washing water, scattered, hazy, and without focus.

    Now, Qingshuimian understood that Wutiaowu's usually dazzling blue eyes depended on something precipitated in his soul. This boy, if it wasn't for a deliberate mistake, he should be a very good friend.

    Reflecting on it, Qing Shuimian's heart softened. He struggled and didn't use much strength, and Gojo Satoru hugged him too tightly, and the warm body temperature came continuously.

    He turned his face away and asked Gojo Satoru, who looked dazed, "Are you drunk?"

    When he came back, he didn't smell of alcohol either, man.

    Could it be that Jie secretly bought beer?

    Just as he was thinking, Gojo Satoru let out a "huh", leaned closer to him, and pecked at those pale lips.

    "..."

    Facing the sudden kiss, Qingshuimian gritted his teeth and endured, turning his face to the other side to avoid Gojo Wu's sneak attack again. This time her lips fell on his earlobe, and the warm breath was blowing around his ears like the wind in the sub-heat season.